Eliot's Daily Variations
The flat sky
Shattered and spilled forth
Beans, unimaginable in number and colour
multiply and blend, a soup
Glossily, the post box
eyed the contents of it's Riley
No. 7 - the best - collectors' item!
And then suddenly feeling verklempt
Mit dem Straßenbahnsklavier
Crimson pine needles falling up
The old path
The new way is slower
And, perhaps, a little less fun
But it keeps you to the point, above all
Nevertheless
I sometimes miss the singing
Contributors: | Apsley, dan, dkb, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 13th March 2002. |